The season is over, although there is indeed a lot to prepare for Madrid. After all, this is a new city, and news has come from Real Madrid. When it is time to debut as a Real Madrid player, Yi Zhe needs to attend in advance. After all, he is now able For those who compete for the Ballon d'Or, Real Madrid still gives them enough space.
But it’s still early, and transferring to La Liga does not require preparation for the most difficult language barrier. For this, I have to thank Barcelona...
So Yi Zhe was not in a hurry at all. Although Thies suggested that he could take this holiday to travel to Madrid to experience the charm of the city, in order to avoid aesthetic fatigue in the future, Yi Zhe decisively refused and went home directly.
He can take a good rest this holiday. Although the time is not as abundant as last season, Yi Zhe's current mentality is like that of students walking out of the college entrance examination room, indescribably relaxed.
Now he is the Champions League champion, and he is still tied with Messi in the scorer list, second only to Ronaldo with the golden boot. Yi Zhe can feel the changes at home. For two days in a row, my father asked him about the Champions League final at the dinner table.
"Hey, son, tell daddy, did you get any tricks outside the finals?"
Yi Zhe was about to vomit when he heard this. He put down his chopsticks and frowned: "Dad, you have successfully lowered my opinion of the domestic media."
This is what is really scary. What is it like to have a father who is a media player in the family of a professional player? Yi Zhe has the most say - there is nowhere to escape!
"Can the old man not say anything? He knows the material and interviews every day! How many times a year does his son come back?"
Yi Zhe had a bitter look on his face, and it seemed that his mother was full of care, but when he looked at the spicy pork ribs leaking oil on the table, and then at the lightly salted white-cut chicken "***" in his bowl, he was completely laughing. Not coming out.
"Son, take a good rest when you come back, but it's best not to be too busy. If you have time, do you think you can go to our school to pay a friendly visit to those students and give a lecture by the way?"
Hearing what his mother said, Yi Zhe's eyes widened and he was really shocked: "Mom, are you kidding me? I, a primary school graduate, give lectures to a group of top academics in your school who are aiming for Qingbei?"
This is the truth. It is true that Yi Zhe participated in the audition during the summer vacation of the sixth grade of elementary school and embarked on the journey to Europe. Although he also received high school-level cultural courses at the La Masia youth training camp, as we all know, the basic education in China is The degree of perversion leads the world, so Yi Zhe thinks it is important to recognize himself and let him give a lecture? Isn't that the same as someone else teaching him to play football?
"Forget it if you don't go. I'm just conveying the message to the school leaders. But Teacher Zhao, who teaches physical education at our school, often comes to ask about you."
"ah?"
Yi Zhe finally chose a date and went to his mother's school in a low-key manner wearing sunglasses, not for a lecture, but to visit friends. It was the first time he knew that his former brother Zhao Xiong was actually a teacher in his mother's school. Yi Zhe was immediately interested. After all, this brother came to cheer for his national team's debut when his legs were weak. Although I haven't seen him since, I guess he has been paying attention to me.
Although Yi Zhe still feels sorry for Zhao Xiong not being able to play professional football, it seems that he should be doing well.
It's just that Yi Zhe almost didn't get in at the school gate. The security uncle asked him to take off his sunglasses, but he didn't dare. He just wanted to keep a low profile. If he showed his true colors, he couldn't guarantee what would happen. The once simple Yi Zhe was subjected to all kinds of things. The scene was terrifying.
"I'm sorry, young man, the school policy is that no one can enter the school without a teacher to take you. It's class time now."
The security uncle looked businesslike, so Yi Zhe could only call his mother. Not long after, he saw his mother walking down.
"Son, what's going on? Didn't you say you can't come? The school isn't even ready..."
"Hey, I'm here to see my friends, not for a lecture."
The security guard's expression suddenly softened, and he smiled at Tang Junran and said, "Teacher Tang, do you know him?"
"My son." Tang Junran smiled.
"Oh! Okay, okay, let's go in, the young man is very energetic!"
Yi Zhe casually registered and followed
As my mother walked in, the security guard behind me glanced at the signature on the registration book, and suddenly reacted and his eyes widened.
"Yi Zhe...Yi Zhe?! Oh my god!"
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"Son, you came here without even saying a word. Go sit in my office first. I have classes later."
Walking across the playground towards the teaching building, Yi Zhe saw a tall figure stepping on a football on the football field in the distance, seriously teaching the dozen or so students in front of him.
Yi Zhe recognized Zhao Xiong with just one glance.
"Mom, you go to class, I'll watch here for a while."
Yi Zhe lay on the railing facing the football field and watched Zhao Xiong teach a group of students to train. This scene surprised him because the football field was really used for playing football. He remembered that when he was in elementary school, although there was a football field, the biggest The only use is to do broadcast gymnastics. Moreover, Zhao Xiong teaches seriously and the students learn meticulously.
The corners of Yi Zhe's mouth slowly raised. Although Zhao Xiong's original talent showed that it would be a waste to teach a group of high school students here now, but this was the first time for Yi Zhe to see this kid who was the best at telling jokes. Connect with the teacher.
"In this position, you have to use your calves to shoot..."
Zhao Xiong wanted to give a demonstration to the students, but just as he was kicked out, he suddenly saw Zhao Xiong's body twitching, his body squatting down slightly, and his expression distorted.
"You idiot... you still can't let go! Hey!"
Yi Zhe's eyes were complicated. He finally understood how serious Zhao Xiong's broken leg injury was. Not only was he unable to play professional football, but he obviously couldn't do strenuous exercise at all. However, this brother still chose to be a physical education teacher and still taught here. What about football.
"Everyone rest where you are."
Zhao Xiong tried hard to hide his pain and shifted his gaze from the students to Yi Zhe's direction.
Seeing him looking over, Yi Zhe slowly took off his sunglasses.
At that moment, their eyes met, and there was nothing bloody about it. Zhao Xiong's eyes suddenly widened, as if he thought he had seen something wrong, and rubbed his eyes hard.
But Yi Zhe's expression didn't change at all, he just looked at him with a smile and nodded slowly to him.
A few seconds later, Zhao Xiong walked over quickly. In fact, he probably wanted to run over, but Yi Zhe noticed that he was still limping a little. It was true that he couldn't run fast, and he almost fell when he came in front of him. Fortunately, Yi Zhe had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch him, but the moment his hand was put on his shoulder, Zhao Xiong grinned happily.
"Brother Zhe!"
